Truth, Interim, Truth

Such an intersection some experiences accidentally find

Memories fold upon themselves

Like an origami bird

Never exposing all its folds

Yet there for the need to remember

Some recollections

Like a web

Needing to be crashed through

Where once may have been impatience

Now remind of one’s self-imposed captivity

Move ever so cautiously

In the remnants of the storm

Allowing rain’s cleansing to cling

Like teardrops from lesson learned

Eyes made open

Returning to the truth

Like having been colorblind

Then allowing the light to refract

Its rainbow hues

Bathing me with the shades of joy

The blush of love